Another Conversation on the Swing

This conversation took place while pushing my daughter, The Lou, on her swing.  Upon assuming she heard me fart, the following short, yet condemning conversation took place.  Of course, it must be noted for the record, that I never fart.  That would be rude.

Daddy:  (makes some random sound somehow that resembles a fart)

Leah:  "Daddy, did you fart?!"

Daddy:  "Of course not!"

Leah:  "Daddy, Jesus knows if you farted.  He can hear you."

Daddy:  (head simultaneously hangs in shame while proudly looks up at his daughter swinging in the sky)